The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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[Another pause ensues, during which OILY blows down JONES'S neck, and
relieves him from the linen wrapper in which he has been enveloped
during the process of hair-cutting.
OILY. We've brushes, soaps, and scent, of every kind.
JONES. I see you have. (Pays 6d.) I think you'll find that
right.
OILY. If there is nothing I can show you, sir,
JONES. No: nothing. Yet--there may be something, too,
That you may show me.
OILY. Name it, sir.
JONES. The door.
[EXIT JONES.
OILY (to his man).That's a rum customer at any rate.
Had I cut him as short as he cut me,
How little hair upon his head would be!
But if kind friends will all our pains requite,
We'll hope for better luck another night.
[Shop-bell rings and curtain falls.
THE SATED ONE.
[IMPROMPTU AFTER CHRISTMAS DINNER.]
PUNCH.
It may not be--go maidens, go,
Nor tempt me to the mistletoe;
I once could dance beneath its bough,
But must not, will not, can not, now!
A weight--a load within I bear;
It is not madness nor despair;
But I require to be at rest,